Reader. Reviser.

Our first years pass in Freudian bliss. We are all there is apart from sex, which is all around. It offers itself from mother, food and everything else. Sadly, the innocent joys of childhood do not linger on into sexless sex-obsessed adolescence, when we slaver like Pavlovian dogs over every unapproachable wet dream that rings… Continue reading Poem: Life in Three Psychotherapeutic Epsiodes

The novels I am currently revising for publication include post-apocalyptic science fiction and early medieval fantasy. For me at least, there is a logical connection between these sub-genres. From the European point of view, the early Middle Ages was a time of enormous change after the collapse of the western Roman Empire: new peoples, huge population decline,… Continue reading Post-apocalyptic Science Fiction and Early Medieval Fantasy

Some physicists say there are really twenty-six dimensions, but since the Big Bang the four we know have become incredibly large and we don’t perceive the other twenty-two. If they are right, there are many dimensions of time apart from our familiar rushing, dragging, nostalgic, painful one. One for all the time we spend lying… Continue reading Poem: “Superstring Theory”